A Bride-Finding Ball

[Prince Edward]

A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball

Where every maiden's bound to laugh

At me, the royal fatted calf

A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball

Though I'm the one who does the choosing

I'm the one who does the losing



It's nauseating, nauseating

Can't you just imagine it?



Hope springs in all

Short, fat, or tall

As they primp and preen and pray

That this will be their lucky day

There is no affair

Of which I'm aware

More galling to bear than a bride-finding ball



[Duke of Montague]

A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball

Where luscious lovelies from each land

Will vie to win the royal hand



A bride-finding ball, a bride-finding ball

With frills on dresses, party dresses

Every maiden effervescent

Giving her best, giving her all



Dancing, glancing, laughing, teasing

Whirling, swirling, touching, squeezing

There's no affair

To ever compare

Or thrill or enthrall like a bride-finding ball